If you look at a micrograph
or an electron picture
of the sharpest, cleanest metal blade
you’ll see dullness
and jagged-edged teeth.
You’ll know that this knife –
this knife rips when it cuts.
Use the same magnification
the same imaging techniques
on a shard of obsidian glass
you’ll see smooth lines
and conchoidal-edged crystal.
You’ll know that this blade –
this blade slices, splitting cleanly.
I’ve been cut by glass before
A slit so subtle,
so deep,
I never noticed
until I’d bled almost dry.
But not you.
When you cut me I know it
I feel the rip,
the blood torn out of me.
To stanch or let flow as I
as we
see fit.
And I know you –
You are my steel blade.
For you, I’ll bare my chest.
For you, I’ll show my neck.
—
Blade the May-June Gallery selection at The Erotic Readers and Writers Association.
Also tweeted for #wankwedensday 5/18/11
The Erotic Writer 
Monocle, and this from a man who is not a poet. :D
Liar!!!
Great! :)
nice!
Dear god, did I die and go to poet’s heaven? Brilliant piece my friend, absolutely brilliant. Never expected that twist. Well done.
Thank you all very much. (I still don’t feel like a poet – I wish I understood the whys and wherefores of that)
So very close to the bone.
So very, very close.
Poet you are.
This is magnificent; powerful. I love every word.
the truth of that trust cuts close, my friend.
*smiling*
bravo!
nilla
Arresting imagery. Great poem.
From critical analysis to raw emotions…beautifully done
Mollyxxx
Blades are so seductive, especially combined with this willing submission to them. Very nice piece!
Truly enjoyed your work – I love it when poetry touches the things I love best
I can’t thank you all enough. I really appreciate your kind words, and glad the piece spoke to different people in different ways.